It, the time warp version

Well, this wasnt the planned blog, but this will be far more fun, so…

Its funny, I went to post the other blog on Social Media, as per normal, which includes that pit of insanity known as Twitter. I know, I love it really (seriously?), but all the same… One of the things trending there tonight was Tim Curry, and my natural reaction, as was seemingly the one of several others was to hope he hadnt passed away. No, dont panic, he hasnt, its his birthday today, thats all. 73 today, Happy birthday, good sir.

So, yes, given I’ve mentioned him, you think its just a boring birthday blog about him. Now would I ever do a thing like that? No, this is one of those ‘be grateful to Stacie’ moments in fact. The afternoon after her wedding, I was relaxing at the hotel where I was staying, watching a bit of NFL when I got a call, asking if I fancied going to the cinema in the evening. I agreed to that, and asked her what movie we were going to see.

“It.” was the reply. Now for 98% (or more) of the population, that would clearly mean the Stephen King horror movie, right? Being unique in that sense, the only film that came to my mind with that name was the 1927 silent movie starring Clara Bow. Now I suspected it wasnt that, as neither Stacie, or Eric had struck me as the type who would be into 1920’s silent movies, nor was a local cinema likely to be showing it.

As you’ve worked out I’m sure, it was the horror movie (I gather the sequel is released soon?), with the scary clown, played by ‘you know who’. And yes, the other ‘It’ is still on my list of movies to see at this time. The only Bow movie I have seen in full, being the Oscar winning ‘Wings’.

But yes, for me, the archetypal Tim Curry movie in my life, is naturally ‘The Rocky Horror Picture Show’, and hopefully always will be. Yes, I would have loved to have acted (and would still love to act in) in a production of that, believe me! So yes, thats where I’ve gone for the video tonight, the famous Time Warp song. So all together now…

 

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Diversity inclusive adverts

I’m not normally a big one for adverts, but this one, from the behemoth that is Amazon has just amused me enough to feature it tonight. Fine, it helps I’m lacking for material for this blog, but anyway…

As someone who used to be a passable, but lazy cook, this catches my eye. Yes, I wouldnt have a clue where to start in cooking duck, but besides that… I certainly couldnt now, anyway, Alexa would have to cook it entirely now, as I am now down to basics like putting ready meals, or pizzas into an oven, and in truth was before the seizures, but most definitely am now. Yes, seriously, a Stepford wife cooking download is now a must, lol. Well, full Stepford Wife makeover ideally, but if anyone wants me to cook like an angel, that would be a must.

Given I dont know if this advert is seen outside the UK, or not, lets go it briefly. We see her getting dinner ready for her love, that night, clearly for a date. Duck gets overdone, so the trendy young millennial calls her dad for cooking advice. At this point let me say I dont know if he’s some random dad, a famous cook, or whatever? Fine, I have no idea if she’s anything more than ‘random actress’ either, in truth.

Where the fun starts for me of course, is once the new meal is prepared, and the door bell rings. He asks his name, she hastily, says thanks, and gets Alexa to end the conversation. Look at the screen at the end, it says ‘Dinner with Sam’. Now is she being evasive because she doesnt want dad to know who it is regardless, or is it because Sam isnt a he, and how dad might react to that? Sam, Samantha, after all?

Of course, unless Amazon ever make a follow up ad, which I suspect they never will, we will never know.  Fine, I know, its only a LGBT person who might think too deeply about this, though the video comments clearly show I’m not the first, all the same.

So what do you reckon about Sam? Male? Female? Who cares? Regardless, for those who’ve seen the ad, you’ve got a quick pass tonight. For those who havent, what do you think?

Black is black

For those of those fortunate enough to see both blogs, this is the more cheering event, though its also the one, like so many LGBT related events that I wish we didnt have to celebrate. I know, things were very different in 1947 America, though in truth, it took decades after that before things really improved, and rather like LGBT issues, I’m not certain that its really been settled as yet, especially with the current political situation there. For more details of the events than I wish to just repeat, go see

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jackie_Robinson

for all of the details. The only thing of which I can be really proud is that it was my beloved Dodgers (then in Brooklyn) who took the first move to right matters. His shirt number was 42, and this is why today, all players, on all teams, and tomorrow, for the teams not playing today, will be wearing that shirt number for 1 day. Yes, the first game played by Jackie Robinson, African American baseball player, in the Major League was on April 15th, 1947.

The funny thing is, as the article points out, he wasnt actually the first African American to play Major League Baseball, he was just the first to do so since 1884, and fine, media was pretty limited back then, and segregation was pretty awful back then, so they were conveniently swept over. In truth things werent great in 1947 for Robinson, as players, and teams refused to play with/against him back then, with little impunity. To be fair to the Dodgers, and the MLB they came down relatively firmly on these people, but only so much could be done at a time when racism was sadly rife. Funny thing is, he never played in Los Angeles. He retired in 1956, and it was 1958 before they moved across the country, to become Hollywood’s team.

Oh, and to say the Dodgers have always been forward on equality matters? First team to let a female journalist into the locker room (1974), the first team to have a female lead trainer (2012), and way back in 1941, the first team to get their players to wear helmets! Oh, and probably the only team that will ever have the same person commentate on the team for 67 years too. Yes, Vin Scully, of course.

No, the Dodgers play tonight in the middle of the night, my time (3.00 am start) so I wont see them play, but there is one extra thing for me tonight, a player of course for once, wearing 42, Clayton Kershaw. He makes his first start in the Major League tonight, after injury, having spent the last couple of weeks amusingly, in Oklahoma. I suspect he flew to Los Angeles, unlike Clara, who I assume arrived by train, though that was from Texas, according to her Census records. When she moved to Texas, I have yet to discover, all I know is she left for LA in 1925 at this point. That might need to be one of my challenges in life, discovering more about her, assuming my retirement is made official, after the neurologist has checked me over. So I might yet find her married name, and later life, lol!

Alright, the video is corny, though it might appeal to my male readers. And yes, I’d love a pair of those gold trousers, if anyone is offering…?

 

And freeze!

A few years ago, there was a mannequin challenge thing that became a rage for a few weeks, and then soon after that, went away again. Sadly I never got the chance to take part in any of those, mainly because a lot of them were in the US, and even the ones over here, I was never seemingly in the right place, at the right time. Yes, I would have loved to have done that, goes without saying really.

Of course, what would have been even better would have been to have been frozen, for real, as a mannequin. Unmoving, unthinking, just frozen in one place, would be an amazing sensation. Sadly, as far as I know, to do it for real cant be done, though a few authors have developed the technique in fiction, and I’d love it done for real. But just to do the mannequin challenge, yes, I’d still love to.

So when I saw this story last week, I knew I was looking forward to it

https://mcstories.com/AndFreeze/index.html

And as you can guess from the fact I’m doing this, the story is pretty good too. Am I jealous of the girls (even without the whole pleasure thing), you bet I am! I know, its a modelling thing, and I’m not young, pretty, slim, and several other things models are needed to be, but a woman can dream! And anyway, if anyone knows how to do that, and doesnt care how awful the model looks, I’d love it done to me. Maybe I could wear a hood, or something, pretty please?

I know, I know, but as I say, if anyone doesnt care about looks, and is doing the mannequin thing in the UK, I’d love to.

OK, video time. Long before the mannequin challenge was even conceived, this happened in Grand Station, New York. Yes, the signs to 42nd Street amuse me for the obvious reason!

Can Brain Stimulation improve memory?

Its funny, because as any number of my friends, and contacts already know, I was rather into the idea of having my brain electrically stimulated, even when it was working normally. Now that of course its not working properly, the idea of having it done to me, lets face it, is going to appeal even more.

So yes, when someone saw this recent news article

https://www.npr.org/sections/health-shots/2019/04/08/711010354/scientists-test-whether-brain-stimulation-could-help-sharpen-aging-memory?fbclid=IwAR35ZgHsO8FygkVLd3i6zlorsAWkja8bZRy7lxRSIw9RRbY8zZ8wuA-_I4k

it wasnt the biggest surprise that they posted it somewhere where I would see it. Yes, they’re right of course, I’d love to be part of that experiment, even before my brain got messed up, and lets face it, what is there to lose by trying it out now, especially as it seems to have had some success? Alright, even more fun for me with a ‘bit’ more voltage, and a full bodysuit, in metallic silver, well… But yes, this, now, well, I’d love to think I’d make the ideal subject. Let me just point out this is done with a very weak voltage, not the dramatic jolt of ECT, so it should all be fine. And yes, the thought of having my brain connected up to numerous electrodes, at any voltage would appeal a lot.

But agreed, as someone wittily suggested, if it did go wrong (voltage, or otherwise), and turn me into a mindlessly obedient robot, I wouldnt mind in the slightest, would I?

But yes, its fair comment that if this ‘senior’ is ever going to be up to work again, her mind, and memory is definitely going to need sharpen up, so what could be better? Mind, given the state of my body as well, especially my back, the full robot makeover might be wise, for getting to and from work! Well, a flying saucer might be fun, but practically…

But yes, if anyone in Boston sees this blog, fancies trying a bit more experimentation, or trying a bit more voltage on a mature Brit, with brain issues, then why, yes, I’d love to! Even if they just want to give her a treat, then yes, I’d love to!

OK, video time. This piece of brainwashing is delightfully evil. Having said that, yes, I’d love it done to me! Who knows, they might make me think I’m Clara Johnson, former chorus line dancer? Equally, maybe they would really turn me into Robotunit 8, lol?

American Woman?

Mary Pickford, born 127 years ago today, was known as America’s sweetheart. There was only one tiny fact that was overlooked in giving her that title, she wasnt American. She was actually born in Toronto, Canada, of parents of Irish, and English ancestry, and at that time, had no connection to America whatsoever.

But when Gladys Louise Smith arrived in New York in 1906, to work in theatre on Broadway, no one knew what history would hold. She had her first screen test in 1909 (before Los Angeles became the home of movies), and appeared in 51 films that year, mainly in small parts. 1910 saw her first movie making trip to Los Angeles, though it wasnt until 1916 that she found stardom there. In 1919 she was in at the creation of United Artists film studio, and a year later in one of the celebrity wedding of its day, married one of the other owners, Douglas Fairbanks. They stayed married until 1936. Shortly after that, she married Charles ‘Buddy’ Rogers, who she stayed married to, for 42 years, until her passing.

Strictly, she did become an American citizen in 1920, when marrying Fairbanks. But previously, she was British, as Canadian citizenship only began in 1947, post independence from the Commonwealth. She did become a dual citizen (American/Canadian) before her death, so she could die as a Canadian, as she wished.

One of the amusing things is that in her mid 30’s, she still was playing child roles, care of her ringlets. Some of them were real, though wigs have certainly been found that she used too. In 1928, the fuss when she had her ringlets cut off, and replaced by a stylish bob, you dont want to imagine!

But yes, if later today, you see pieces in tribute to America’s sweetheart, just remember one thing, she was actually Canadian!

Mary Pickford, RIP.

The video. I thought this apt somehow. A Canadian group, singing about an American Woman, exactly!

Row, row, row your boat

When I was much younger, there was one enigmatic event that the whole of the UK seemed to stop for, which happened this weekend, and no, I dont mean the Grand National. The Boat Race!

Get this straight, only 2 university teams ever take place, Oxford, and Cambridge. I’m sure other universities have got competent rowing teams, but they’re not allowed to take part. You could say that in modern times, at least its held at a neutral venue, between Putney, and Mortlake, in London, though heaven knows how teams got there before railways were introduced, as this goes back before then, even!

It didnt matter if you’d never been near either city (as I hadnt at time), you supported one or the other. My father supported Oxford, my mother supported Cambridge, though neither had anything to do with either city in their life. I picked Cambridge, purely because I preferred the lighter blue! One Saturday afternoon at end of March/early April (depending on tides), everything would stop for this boat race thing. To say its position in Social standing has dropped dramatically is summed up by the fact that the first I knew it was happening today (yes, commercial demands, its now held on a Sunday) was when I saw the result trending on Twitter! Seemingly Cambridge won this year.

I must admit it does seem to me to be one of those antiquated traditions, that seems to have survived into the modern world, but I wonder for how much longer? Or will, 100 years from now, will someone be doing whatever is then the equivalent of blogging about the event, even then? One thing is for sure, I wont know, or care!

OK, video time. Some apt nursery rhyme stupidity. In truth, I only remember the first verse of this, not sure if I’ve ever heard more, or not? But fine, its about rowing, so…